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Truth may seem, but cannot be;

Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;

Truth and beauty buried be.

(Shakspere: The Phœnix and the Turtle. 1601.)

O praise the Lord, his wonders tell,

Whose mercy shines in Israel,

At length redeem'd from sin and hell.

(George Sandys: Paraphrase upon Luke i. ab. 1630.)

Love, making all things else his foes,

Like a fierce torrent overflows

Whatever doth his course oppose.

(Sir Jno. Denham: Against Love. ab. 1640.)

Children, keep up that harmless play:

Your kindred angels plainly say

By God's authority ye may.

(Landor: Children Playing in a Churchyard. 1858.)

Whoe'er she be,

That not impossible She

That shall command my heart and me;

Where'er she lie,

Lock'd up from mortal eye

In shady leaves of destiny: …

—Meet you her, my Wishes,

Bespeak her to my blisses,

And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.

(Crashaw: Wishes for the Supposed Mistress. 1646.)

I said, "I toil beneath the curse,

But, knowing not the universe,

I fear to slide from bad to worse.

"And that, in seeking to undo

One riddle, and to find the true,

I knit a hundred others new."

(Tennyson: The Two Voices. 1833.)

Like the swell of some sweet tune,

Morning rises into noon,

May glides onward into June.

(Longfellow: Maidenhood. 1842.)

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,

Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows

That liquefaction of her clothes.

(Herrick: To Julia. 1648)

The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, An' the pens broke up on the lower deck an' let the creatures free— An' the lights went out on the lower deck, an' no one down but me.

(Kipling: Mulholland's Contract.)